The Old New Supermarket Joke

There is a new supermarket near our house. It has an automatic water mister to keep the produce fresh. Just before it goes on, you hear the sound of distant thunder and the smell of fresh rain.

When you approach the milk case, you hear cows mooing and sniff the scent of fresh hay.

When you approach the egg case, you hear hens clucking and the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of bacon and eggs frying.

The vegie department features the smell of fresh buttered corn.

I don't buy toilet paper there any more.